Ese beso de tu boca Que me sabe a Fruta Fresca Que se escapo de tus labios Y se metio en mi cabeza Ese beso con que sueno Cuando las penas me acechan
Me gusta la fruta fresca no como fruta pasada io no levanto las sobras q otro ia dejo tiradas y por favor haste aun lado tu no estas en mi jugada yo
Translation: Vives, Carlos. Fresh Fruit.
Translation: Yaire. Fresh Fruit.
: Me gusta la fruta fresca no como fruta pasada io no levanto las sobras q otro ia dejo tiradas y por favor haste aun lado tu no estas en mi jugada
me gusta la fruta fresca no como fruta pasada yo no le vanto las sobras qe otro ya dejo tirada y por favor hazte a un lado tu no estas en mi jugada.
In praise of fruit I wrote this song Because of fruit my heart is strong Who could estimate its worth? Fruit's the finest food on earth Fresh fruit,
Well, along come the FFV the swiftest on the line Running long the C&O road 20 min behind Running in the Subhill Headquaters on the line Receivin' their
Just when you've found your way to the boiler room They come to dig you out with picks and shovels and acetylene torches I couldn't do nothing but watch
I am Governor Jerry Brown My aura smiles and never frowns Soon I will be President Carter power will soon go away I will be fuhrer one day I will command
Down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gasses Guarded day and night by caged white rabbits Been sitting there for years I'm gonna have at it I cut through
Don?t want to think Don?t make me care I wanna melt in with the group I need the balls to leap out of my shell And let go with my friends Can?t come
Sunny Sunday at the amusement park See the fat kids spill their pop Oh babe, lots of flags and balloons But someone sabotaged the roller coaster last
I don't need your way of life I can't stand your attitudes I can do without your strife I don't need this fucking world I don't need this fucking world
You been to school for a year or two Know you've seen it all Daddy's car thinkin' you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl Play ethnicky jazz to
God told me to skin you alive I kill children I love to see them die I kill children And make their mamas cry Crush 'em under my car I wanna hear them